The fabulous Chris (aka my writing coach) introduced me to Lorna Crozier’s poems during one of the group classes I took last month. I especially loved Carrots, taken from The Sex Lives of Vegetables: Carrots are fucking the earth. A permanent erection , they push deeper into the damp and dark. All summer long they [...]
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when I grow up
A woman sat across from on the bus on the way, which is not unusual. But the woman herself was unusual, and I couldn’t stop stealing glimpses of her. She looked to be in her late 50′s, and was thin but not frail. Her hair was short and spiky, dyed purple with white blonde tips. [...]
est fest
I was multitasking with the Loud one tonight, playing in a SnG while we chatted and she talked me off the ledge (again). While we chatted, the conversation moved to Dyslexicon, the people who collected around it and how we became so close (think WPBT, but local and without the poker). She mentioned that a [...]
a phone for vegas
I’ve taken my Canadian cell phone with me the last few Vegas trips, and have gotten killed with the roaming charges when the cell bill popped through the mail slot. I’d like to avoid that this trip. I can get a roaming plan, but I’m wondering if it’d be worthwhile to just get a prepaid [...]
hey Jules!
I forgot to mention to you, that two of the things I cannot bear to part with some old Passport swag – a button and a tee shirt from their big launch at the Feenix in ’95. I read the back and it made me laugh. 5 continents in 5 seconds, indeed! I should have [...]
nostalgia unaverted
Photographs are unemotional carriers of memory. I look at old photos pictures of my parents cutting their wedding cake, of small children proudly displaying their first caught fish and of trips and boyfriends and parties and places, and I remember, and I smile. All the memories seem to start with “This is where I…” or [...]
14th out of 449
14th for $278. Not a bad return for an $8 investment. It felt really good to get this far, but I am reminded just how badly my end game sucks. Talk about turning chicken near the end.
the winter gathering
Am I going? Hell, yes! As well as the now-traditional events, I know there are plans afoot this year for a golf game on Friday. Me, I’m thinking that Friday will be a good time to finally go visit the Neon Graveyard. That is of course, if I’m recovered enough from Thursday night in time.
away
We don’t care that the weather forecast shows rain for the next 4 days after this. Today is sunny and we’re leaving to spend a week or two riding around Manitoulin Island and Northern Ontario. We’re bringing our camping gear with us; let’s hope that unlike last year, we actually get to use it this [...]
writing weekend
There are times when I force myself to do something different, something outside of my usual envelope. Sometimes it works, and when it works, it’s fucking awesome. Other times I am left thinking “well, it seemed like a good idea at the time”. Last weekend falls definitely in the former category. This is the cottage [...]

